I went to the splash park with the littles today. And getting dressed for the excursion, I put on my one and only swimsuit. The one I purchased 6 months after the birth of The Munchkin. It's an old lady suit. Not going to lie. A big, ugly, full coverage, with a skirt, tankini.
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Today, putting on all that coverage for a trip to the splash park with my adorable littles, I felt old. I turned 29 this year, and that's made me feel old to start with. But dressing up in what essentially amounts to a Lycra burqa, I felt old and frumpy.
As per the genius suggestion of Modg and the fabulous ladies at Ain't No Mom Jeans, I'm going to rock my bikini with a white tank top. It's so I look like the sporty, cool girl at the pool, and also so I don't cook like a lobster. Or blind people with my white, white skin. Sorry, sorry. This was supposed to be a "go me!" post, not a "pity my poor self-image" post. I like my pasty white, post-childbearing, almost 30-year-old body. Yes I do. Or at least I'm going to fake it.
Also, The Hubby thinks this is the world's greatest idea. Listening to 100 versions of the "Guy/Girl Talk" notwithstanding, he's been cheering for the bikini since we got married. So I've got that going for me. Now all I need is the perfect pair of sandals and a breastfeeding friendly maxidress, and I'll be all set for this summer. Go me.